my Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i remember nostalgia I think the weirdest part about going home is the realization that: nothing. ever. changes. Ever. And holy crap my parents are fighting like mad and my mom has turned into a harpie and my stepdad has apparently gone a shade or two deaf. So to diffuse the situation I told them that I desparately require an iPod and/or a pony and all about how I scrubbed the kitchen floors, even though technically, I'm a guest in their house. I better get a fucking iPod. 9:50 p.m. - 2005-12-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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